Wednesday, January 20, 2016


This is a spontaneous insight I had last night, didn't post it then, because it was already really late, and didn't want to dilute the waters, having already posted my post for the night.

Okay, so apparently there currently is an epidemic of heroin addiction in the U.S. I thought of this because I saw something on the news about it yesterday, saying just that, but also mentioning the fact that heroin causes major constipation, where the addicts may go weeks without a bowel movement.

I myself have never tried heroin, and based on what I know about it, probably wouldn't if given the opportunity, but I've known a couple addicts in my life, and I remember them saying that that first hit of heroin was the best moment of their lives. We're talking religious ecstasy, in their words better than sexual orgasm, the most blissful moment ever, but never again reproduced. They get the best high of their life, but it's only a one time thing, each time they use they try to reproduce that original moment, but to no avail, and from this point forward the more physically dependent they become on the drug, they need it just to feel normal, but never again feeling super normal.

My spontaneous insight is that perhaps the reason why heroin causes constipation is because at some level it is a mental/emotional laxative, which fools the body into thinking that it has already let go of the biggest BM of their lives, but in actuality it was only in their own mind.

They are constipated because the drug fools them into thinking that they already emptied their bowels, when in actuality they merely descended into the bowels of hell, masquerading as heaven. They let go mentally and emotionally, but physically, not so much, making the letting go no more real than an illusory dream. Which is why in this sense most drugs, perhaps all drugs, don't have the power to make you enlightened, when the enlightenment gained is at a dream level, which rarely, if ever carries over to actual physical space.

That's deep, huh? Do you follow, or am I too drunk to make sense?

Tuesday, January 19, 2016


This is a little late coming, but in case you haven't heard, David Bowie has died.

I would say that probably my favorite song of his is Space Oddity.

Here it is:

How old was I when I first heard this?

Probably between the ages of 14 and 16. I may have heard it playing in the background when I was younger but not really paying attention, but yeah, between the age of 14 and 16, that's when I intentionally sought it out on my own and remember really listening to it.

I'm getting a clear memory right now of being 15 years old, and being completely obsessed with Jim Morrison and the Doors. I've got this memory of it being winter, probably January, maybe even this same day perhaps, but more than twenty years ago. It was nighttime, but not late, maybe 6:30 PM, and sitting in my dad's car waiting, smoking a Camel cigarette, lit by my Zippo lighter, which I was so proud to own, and listening to the Doors. My dad was buying guns, at his redneck neighborhood gun dealer who ran a basement gun shop in his own home. I remember meeting the guy, probably in his sixties, retired from the military, and being a big game hunter, who regularly went hunting elephants and lions in Africa.

He thought I was a boy, I remember that. My dad brought me in to give me a tour of the place, and ended up buying me a military surplus sleeping bag.

I owned it up until the year that I moved here, which is basically ancient history, which is pretty much a long time ago, yet here I am, seemingly trapped, or rather preserved, in suspended animation, while the years roll by, am getting older, and yet holding on, staying strong, retaining my youth, my energy, feeling very much like an earth oddity, in which this song mirrors, if not in words, then in spirit.

Thursday, January 14, 2016


Six months ago I thought maybe I'd buy a Chromebook. The pros are: it's lightweight, durable, and has a superior battery life. The cons, well, not having Windows operating system, if Windows you need. Which apparently I do, as I'm working on making a living online, and unfortunately having a Windows operating system is part of that picture.

Anyway, another reason I can think of being a con against buying a Chromebook, is based on my recent experience of buying my first Android Smartphone. 

Okay, it's my first smartphone ever, and it happens be an Android, which is a Google based operating system.

To use the phone, you must have a Google account, which, among other things, includes a Gmail account. You've got a Gmail account, which becomes your user identity, your log-in info, so that every time you turn on your phone,  you're basically logging into your Google account. Therefore, everything you do on your phone is logged, tracked, and recorded onto your account. Unless you create a fake profile, meaning, using a fake identity, everything you do on your phone, including, where you live, and where you travel, is being recorded. Yes the fake accounts are recorded too, but being fake, perhaps you have less to lose, Anyway, even if you don't have a data plan, through a combination of WiFi and GPS tracking, everything you do on your phone, as long as the phone is turned on, is being tracked. 

So apparently the same is true of Chromebooks. The fact that you have to log into a Google account just to use, it makes you entirely part of that system of everything you do being tracked. 

I'm not entirely ruling it out, the merits of buying a Chromebook, as the one thing that keeps me motivated to give it a chance is the fact that I can install Linux on it. But just wanted to point out a potential con, being the mandatory Google log-in just to use it, which people who don't already own Chromebooks may not already be aware of. 

Friday, January 8, 2016

The Sunshine

Two songs to accompany the photo, before I destroy the blog...

Everybody loves the sunshine...

Let the sunshine...


When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius

[Instrumental and tempo shift]

Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in

[Continue to end with concurrent scat]

Oh, let it shine, c'mon
Now everybody just sing along
Let the sun shine in
Open up your heart and let it shine on in
When you are lonely, let it shine on
Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in
And when you feel like you've been mistreated
And your friends turn away
Just open your heart, and shine it on in

Just another late night ramble...

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Getting Back in Touch

Getting back in touch with my gangsta rap roots. Okay, explanation. Back in the mid to late eighties and early nineties I listened to rap music. Public Enemy, yes, but also N.W.A, Easy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre.

I realize now that I really enjoy the harmony of Tupac and Snoop Dog, wasn't really listening to them back then, but are now my favorite rappers of that era, I like the sound of them, are lyrical masters, but the subject matter, not so much. Booty calls, getting high, making money, basically materialism 101, not at all appealing to me.

It is also blatantly obvious the correlation between millionaire gangsta rappers and dictators in Africa. What do they call them, the term evades me? You know, they live in lavish luxury, while most of their country is dying in poverty. People lack access to clean drinking water, while their president is spending a hundred million dollars on personal entertainment.

Anyway, a video throwback to the past, gangsta rap 101, Ice Cube, one of the best of that genre:

Song: You Know How We Do it
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Year: 1993